CEO's Sweetheart is a Super Idol-Chapter 320 - 313: Gathering of Tumors

Wu Meiyin, Jiao Jinglan, and Lv Xiaoxue each completed another verse of the main song.

This time, Qi Ziyue sang the first part of the chorus.

Her performance remained stable and was even better than the first time.

Her breathing was more robust, and it sounded much smoother.

Offstage, Li Ke felt disappointed. Fans had put so much effort into promoting this song, with three big center positions in the previous groups, but here the members were just taking turns singing.

What was the point of all the money they spent?

But after thinking it over, he accepted the reality—if Lv Fangxin were the main center, she definitely wouldn’t handle this stage. This arrangement was acceptable; as long as the performance was decent, it was fine.

He secretly raised the miniature camera hidden in his sleeve to record Lv Fangxin’s final solo section for his private enjoyment.

At this moment, Lu Bingbing took on the second part of the chorus.

She sang with extreme passion, feeling as if she had truly broken through her limits today.

Next came Wu Meiyin’s section, followed by Lv Fangxin’s part.

The two moved close to the edge of the stage and began singing.

But when Lv Fangxin opened her mouth, several people suddenly started yelling.

"Get off the stage!"

"Get down here!"

"You useless crybaby!"

"What can you even do? Your singing is awful—if you have any pride, get off the stage!"

Lv Fangxin was stunned, her mind completely blank.

Yet her heart felt like it was being cut by sharp blades, agonizingly painful.

Wu Meiyin, not far from her, also went pale.

She was equally terrified and at a loss for what to do.

All she could do was stand there and stare blankly at the staggering Lv Fangxin in front of her.

The entire production team was shell-shocked; no one anticipated that black fans would actually come to disrupt the show.

But the performance couldn’t pause; otherwise, chaos might ensue.

"Security, watch those people. Turn up the volume output, and block any sounds from the audience," Yang Xiaoyue began instructing.

The mentors, located far away from the central stage, were naturally unaware of what was happening, but Li Ke, who was closer to those people, heard everything distinctly.

He was just as stunned—how could this be happening?

Were those people insane? What did Lv Fangxin’s performance have to do with them? Instinctively, he pointed his camera at the disruptive crowd.

Xiao Du and Mu Yunchu froze momentarily as well; they hadn’t expected those fans to be so audacious.

If the production team exposed this and traced those people back to their fanbase, their idol would face intense backlash.

Though this wasn’t the idol’s fault and appeared unrelated, fandom works in peculiar ways—fans represent their idols, and if fans cause trouble, the idols inevitably suffer.

Fortunately, those individuals had the sense to avoid carrying fan support banners.

The performance continued, but the six performers on stage suddenly went off-key during the group singing.

Additionally, the final group dance looked incredibly stiff.

Clearly, everyone had been rattled by the black fans.

Although Lu Bingbing didn’t like Lv Fangxin, her heart was racing nervously.

She was afraid those people might rush the stage and completely ruin the performance.

If rumors spread blaming their fanbase, it would be disastrous.

At this point, Mao Mao stepped forward on the staircase and sang the final section.

The girls in the waiting room had no idea what was happening on stage.

They were still marveling at Mao Mao’s impressive vocals.

Little did they know, he had been shocked as well, surprised that such fans really existed.

Even though he knew Lv Fangxin’s singing and dancing weren’t strong, seeing her get chased off the stage by the audience was a first for him. Feeling a newfound determination, he vowed internally to practice harder.

After the song ended, Lv Fangxin completely broke down, standing there speechless.

The disrupters were escorted out by security.

Instead of Lv Fangxin, the group’s second-most popular member, Qi Ziyue, spoke up.

"Hello everyone, I’m the fearless little junior sister, Qi Ziyue."

"I hope that in our youthful years, there will be no regrets, no... heartbreak or pain."

"Please support us."

Qi Ziyue barely controlled her expression but loudly delivered the message.

At this moment, Lv Fangxin somewhat composed herself.

She wiped away her tears. "Teacher, may I sing the part I just performed again?"

This request stunned Zhang Wei and the other mentors—what was going on?

Through his earpiece, Long Zitao heard Yang Xiaoyue’s instruction: "Let her sing."

"Alright. Fangxin, please perform for us once more."

Knowing the reason behind her request, Long Zitao felt deeply sorry for this girl.

"Hello everyone, I’m the fearless, indomitable Lv Fangxin."

Watching her stand there, Li Ke’s heart shattered, his hatred for the black fans reaching its peak.

Some audience members who had also noticed the shouting began cheering for Lv Fangxin, regardless of whether they were her fans.

"This song is the one you chose for me, the one you helped me fight for."

"I want to sing it properly for you. Even if I don’t sing well, I’ll put my heart into it."

Lv Fangxin’s tears flowed uncontrollably, her pale face radiant with defiance and resilience. Perhaps this was her truest self.

Everyone in the waiting room was dumbfounded—what was happening to Lv Fangxin?

Ye Yuwei began to sense what might have occurred. She had seen black fan incidents at smaller theaters before.

Her heart ached for her friend, feeling sorrowful and helpless.

Why must such malicious people exist to harm them?

"Pursue youth with all your might, confront difficulties without fear, and discover even greater beauty through hard work."

Lv Fangxin’s singing was still as unpleasant as ever, like the wailing of a slaughtered pig, but it carried the essence of someone striving to change her fate, seeking kindness, and unwavering in spirit.

Chen Yinghan watched the screen, overcome with emotion, clapping for her best friend as glittering tears rolled down her cheeks.

Though she came from privilege and mingled in high society, perhaps she couldn’t completely grasp Lv Fangxin’s mental state in this moment. Yet she felt deeply moved by the unwavering strength radiating from her.

Li Ke’s tears streamed unchecked, blurring his vision—along with those of other audience members.

"Thank you all. Thank you."

"I’m sorry, I messed up again."

Lv Fangxin apologized to everyone.

On stage, her teammates watched as a rare smile appeared on her face.

They too were moved—this girl was truly unimaginable.

During the card-drawing segment, Lv Fangxin gave her chance to the youngest member, Wu Meiyin, and to Qi Ziyue, who had helped many teammates.

The "Like King" accolade unsurprisingly went to Qi Ziyue.

Lv Fangxin was the only one among the top five who didn’t earn the title but had never dropped from her rank.

Qi Ziyue wasn’t surprised by the outcome.

Before the performance, she had an inexplicable sense that she would achieve it.

"Thank you, everyone. I think everyone knows—I’m the kind of person who is calm as water." 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

"I just want to sing and dance well, presenting a beautiful version of myself to you all."

"But now, I will fight for you and strive to be better."

Qi Ziyue’s words hinted at her intent to vie for a debut position in the group.

Among the "Four Rich Ladies" at the training base, aside from Wu Zixuan, the other three embodied personas of "calm and collected, uncompetitive, intelligent, and talented."

Their respective companies had roots in the film and television industry, and to form a strong partnership, the program team had favored these candidates during negotiations.

This explained their scant screen time but steady advancement in the competition.

The biggest wildcard among them was Chen Yinghan. As Lv Fangxin’s "CP pair," votes from the Hua family fanbase often supported Lv Fangxin indirectly.

Although the votes weren’t substantial.

Backstage, Lv Fangxin collapsed immediately upon returning, covering her face as she tried hard not to sob audibly.

She knew her tears on stage would lead to more criticism, branding her as someone who only cries and plays the sympathy card.

Mao Mao stood beside her and, unable to resist, gently offered his comfort.